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My refolution's plac'd, and I have nothing
Re-enter Guard, with the Clown bringing a Basket.
Guard. This is the man.
Haft thou the pretty worm of Nilus there,(8)
Clown. Truly I have him but I would not be the party should defire you to touch him, for his biting is immortal; those, that do die of it, do seldom or never
Cleo. Remember'ft thou any that have dy'd on't?
Clown. Very many, men and women too. I heard of one of them no longer than yesterday: a very honest wọman, but fomething given to lie; as a woman fhould not do, but in the way of honefty: How the dy'd of the biting of it, what pain fhe felt! truly, fhe makes a very good report o'the worm; but he, that will believe all that they fay, fhall never be faved by half that they do. But this is moft fallible, the worm's an odd worm.
Cleo. Get thee hence; farewel.
Clown. I wish you all joy of the worm.
Clown. You must think this, look you, that the worm will do his kind.(9)
Cleo. Ay, ay; farewel.
Clown. Look you, the worm is not to be trufted, but in the keeping of wife people; for, indeed, there is no goodness in the worm.
Cleo. Take thou no care; it shall be heeded.
Clown. Very good give it nothing, I pray you, for it is not worth the feeding.
Cleo. Will it eat me ?
Clown. You must not think I am fo fimple, but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman; I know that a woman is a dish for the Gods, if the devil drefs her
(7) Alluding to the Egyptian devotion paid to the moon under the name of Ifis. WARB.
(8) Worm-is the Teutonick word for Serpent: we have the Blindworm and Slow-worm ftill in our language, and the Norwegians call an en mous monfter, feen fometimes in the northern ocean, the Sea-worm. JOH (9) The ferpent will act according to his nature. JOHNS
not. But, truly, these fame whore-fon devils do the Gods great harm in their women; for in every tem that they make, the devils mar five.
Cleo. Well, get thee gone; farewel.
Clown. Yes, forfooth; I wish you joy o' the worm. [Exit.
Cleo. Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have
To praise my noble act. I hear him mock
[Applying the Afp. [To IRAS.
Have I the afpick in my lips? Dost fall?
Char. Diffolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say, The Gods themselves do weep!
Cleo. This proves me base:
If the first meet the curled Antony,
Char. Oh eastern star!
Cleo. Peace, peace!
He'll make demand of her ;(2) and spend that kifs,
Doft thou not fee my baby at my breast,
That fucks the nurse afleep?
Char. O break! O-break.!
(2) He will enquire of her concerning me, and kifs her for giving him intelligence. JOHNS.
Cleo. As fweet as balm, as foft as air, as gentle,— O Antony !-Nay, I will take thee too :-[Applying another Afp to her Arm.
What should I stay
Char. In this wild world?-So, fare thee well.
Enter the Guard, rushing in.
Char. Too flow a meffenger.[CHARMIAN applies the Afp. Oh, come. Apace, difpatch:-I partly feel thee. I Guard. Approach, ho! All's not well: Cæfar's beguil❜d. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella fent from Cæfar;-call him. I Guard. What work is here?-Charmian, is this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess
Dol. How goes it there?
Dol. Cæfar, thy thoughts
Enter CESAR and Attendants.
All. A way there, make way for Cæfar! Dol. O, fir, you are too fure an augurer! That, you did fear, is done..
Caf. Braveft at the last :
She levell❜d at our purposes, and, being royal,
Dol. Who was laft with them?
1 Guard. A fimple countryman, that brought her figs; This was the basket.
Caf. Poifon'd then!
1 Guard. Oh Cæfar,
This Charmian liv'd but now; fhe flood, and spake =
Caf. Oh noble weakness !
If they had fwallow'd poifon, 'twould appear
Dol. Here on her breaft
There is a vent of blood, and fomething blown :
1 Guard. This is an afpick's trail; and these fig-leaves Have flime upon them, such as the aspick leaves Upon the caves of Nile.
Caf. Moft probable,
That fo the dy'd; for her phyfician tells me,
Of eafy ways to die.-Take up her bed;
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